“Why Shouldn’t I Work For The NSA?”

“Say I’m working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk,
somethin’ no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe
I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, cus’ I did my job well. But
maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or
the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village
where the rebels are hiding… Fifteen hundred people that I never met,
never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’,
“Oh, Send in the marines to secure the area” cus’ they don’t give a shit.
It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them
when their number got called, cus’ they were off pullin’ a tour in the
National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie over there takin’
shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to
work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy
who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus’ he’ll work for
fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the
only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could
install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of
course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up
domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t
helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They’re takin’ their sweet time
bringin’ the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring
an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom
with the icebergs, it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills
all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work. He
can’t afford to drive, so he’s walking to the fuckin’ job interviews, which
sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids.
And meanwhile he’s starvin’ cus’ every time he tries to get a bite to eat
the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with
Quaker State. So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better.
I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job,
give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a
baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be
elected President.”

Song of the moment: Nas (feat. Amerie) – Rule

1 Comment

  1. lyna

    i luv ur alien. cute :)

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